Hey You

Félicien came to pause by the long river he’d come across. Frigid air rose from it, promising of chilly temperatures within the water. The older brute flicked his torn ear, a thoughtful look within his gaze. He was a bit hungry, though he wasn’t sure if he was of the mind to fish. He was willing to take his time, however, and learn what he could of these lands. Who knew? Perhaps he might even come across a new ally here. The thought caused a smirk to appear on the brute’s face, crinkling the scar upon his muzzle. Yeah right. He knew the chances of making a friend here were not that likely. Now if he wanted to make an enemy… well… that was about as likely as him getting wet from fishing, now wasn’t it?

Birds overhead caused Féli to lift his head, ears perking upward. Now they could make an interesting meal… if only he could catch them. Perhaps, the older man mused, he could try tracking them down to where they would rest. But who knew how long that would take with the current season? No, perhaps he’d better stick to fish… or continue on his way in hopes of finding some other morsel to nibble upon.

“It’s growing late… going to have to make a decision soon.” He didn’t really want to bed down by the water… but perhaps getting a meal out of the river would make that worth it. He carefully crossed towards the water, lowering his head first to drink. The whole while his body was alert, ears staining to catch the sound of anyone who might be trying to sneak up upon him.